May 22, 2011 by Heather
Look who’s stylin’ now, yall.
Pretty fly for a WalMart bike, huh? I know, I already have a super fancy schmancy road bike. BUT it is too nice and hardcore for what I need right now, which is something I can ride to and from work and around town. Yes, we did a practice ride to The Cupboard and back this evening. Takes about 15-20 minutes to comfortably ride bike the 3 miles one way. Not too shabby. As for my road bike? Andrew has been riding it as more of a commuter type bike. I think he even took it on a paved trail last week.
I will get paid $0.25 per mile for riding my bike to and from work, which is awesome. Plus I won’t be using any friggin expensive gas. Seriously, it costs me at least $50 to fill up now. Here’s a little math for you, watch out. If I ride my bike 33.33333333333333 days, getting paid $1.50 each day (3 miles at 25 cents per), then I will have made enough money to buy a whole tank of gas. AND, after I ride my bike 60 times to work, I will have made enough to have paid for the bike ($90).
My brain hurts.
In other news, this weekend was really really good. It didn’t start out that way though. Friday night we went to dinner with a couple that we had just met and ended up spending $30 on a meal that was overpriced and sub par, if I’m being nice. ($13 for a salad swimming in oil & looked like a tube of tomato paste took a massive dump on it) We went because we wanted to be social, but it ended up just causing tension because I was tired from work and we were both pissed that we had just spent half a week’s grocery budget on food that wasn’t as good as what we were planning to cook at home that night. Also, the conversation was pretty blah. I’m beginning to wonder if people here get our sense of humor. Which isn’t really a sense of humor at all…. more like nerdy weirdishness.
Saturday started out with a text message to my sister that read: “I’ve been depressed ever since we got here.” I meant it a thousand percent when I sent it. Something inside of me hasn’t felt quite right (and no, it’s not just gas). It is almost an uncomfortable feeling, like I don’t belong here or something. As Andrew said, it feels like our honeymoon. Haha. I know, honeymoons are supposed to be blissful and full of, well, sex and candy. (Sorry). Ours was awkward and stressful. I’ll save that story for another day.
HOWEVER. Saturday ended with pasta carbonara, french bread, pinot grigio, french music, dancing, The Office, rocky road ice cream, and a much happier Heather and Andrew. He also helped me pick out a few new shirts at Target to wear to work (nevermind that 4 of the ones he handed me to try on were maternity… hmm).
Funny how a good run, a good cry, and a good heart to heart with the permanent boyfriend can turn it all right side up.
Andrew we decided to try out a Lutheran church service. While we appreciated parts of it (the old hymns, the communion, the candle lighting, the old pastor), I don’t think it is what we are looking for. It was a good experience though. Really liked that communion juice. Ha. Sorry. Baptists use Welch’s, so it was a bit of a surprise when I threw back that little cup and got a wee bit light headed. Haha… oh dear me.
This afternoon we exercised, laid out by the pool, did the weekly grocery shopping, took the new cruiser bike for a spin, and took Mayfield on a walk to Starbucks for some decaf coffee. Not for her, obviously. We sat outside and enjoyed the beautiful Colorado evening, and I slowly felt some of that “Why in the world am I here” discomfort begin to dissipate. Who knows how long it will take for it to completely dissolve. That could take years. But tonight, with another week of the new job ahead of me, I am feeling the tiniest piece of contentment for the first time since we moved here.
And sometimes, that’s all you need.